…forms of payment

…and i listened-

and i listened to everything this academy of autism could offer my autistic child-

watching the children already enrolled scatter by, envying their claimed position-

and i saw the bright colors- the welcoming bright bold colors-

and everything sounded so right- so perfect for my boy-

my uniquely designed beautiful boy-

as they stuttered too, and their minds were impeccably built like his-

here he would find his family- here he would know the art of friends-

this brilliantly designed academy for my brilliantly designed boy-

with a scholarship attached to aid in my inabilities- to aid in my misfortunes-

but a scholarship of 4 digits, with a comma following the number 1 that laughed at me-

so i smiled and masked the depth of pain until i reached my car; and screamed back at it once the door was securely closed-

and screamed at God once the outcome was then known-

forgive me father-

but this brilliantly designed academy for my brilliantly designed boy accepted many forms of payment, except the one I could offer-

the value of my unfounded gift-

please transform me.

kb 😔

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